Summer - Week 32 - On Herds and Ancient Rhythms
Jane, your last sentence makes my heart sing for you: "But for me, I can finally stop the restless searching. I can breathe again. I no longer need to seek what I have become."
This is beautiful. Thank you. ❤️
Jane, your last sentence makes my heart sing for you: "But for me, I can finally stop the restless searching. I can breathe again. I no longer need to seek what I have become."
This is beautiful. Thank you. ❤️